Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug in this bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 nigga holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that or die for their coast, nigga
Yeah, put ya to the street
Put ya to the street nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug Lordz in this
Regime
West Coast Mafia
Yeah, untouchable man
niggaz, C'mon niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi a ton I hits 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a guns in the lo-lo
I'm King Tut of the
'cause I drop a record dog
Shit I it to the gut of the hood
An I never backed down, so don't test me dog
Cause I'm a nut, an a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
all faggot ass rappers keep yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause when they see me they just in they drawers
that nigga 50 he hot, but I heard he's a snitch
And he ran up under that white boy, I he's a bitch
An I seen him in the hood, no where in the Valley
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he of them alleys
he copped his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood
Surrounded by police, wearin wires in the
they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to Cali
No glocks and cigs, just of pigs
Eh nig, your rap career will not outlast Pac and
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that scared of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the
Thug Lordz'll have ya hit, dead in a 6, c'mon

[Chorus:
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin money like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
flip
never quit my click was heaven wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a ready for war
never snitch
never
never quit my click was sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..

[Verse 2:
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya
'specially a bitch that talk to the feds
'specially a nigga that walk wit the feds
to award shows cause bout to toss him some lead
You niggaz think the West coast is just Dre an
They aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they
We the realest the Gardens to the Village
Make the hardest niggaz this
Make the sargent to kill us
Regardless Godzilla murda you nigga
I twist ya cap a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk nigga
If ya gang bang, don't crip walk nigga
Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off
We the only Lordz bitch
After all big faces Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
get you pistol whipped an extorted
You lucky I wasn't on Face shit, I destroyed it
You better run Forrest Gump in Air Forces
Cause our look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
The holla..

LORDZ!
Gettin this like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll snitch
flip
never my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin this money a motherfucker ready for war
we'll never
never
never quit my click was heaven wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they (they holla)